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When silent chill breeze blowing,
and flowing from the Himalaya-
odor of jasmine flows in air
When my Lora wearing white cardigan,
the priceless sunshine breaks the fog
Kite, kite -
When my kite flying over the sky
Until my eyes feeling fog
A gay glisten mood, dancing -
When blanket hangs at lanai
Grand ma weaving woolen sweater for me
When my ma making ROSER PITHA at evening
And I have been waiting until next morning
Kite, kite -
When my kite flying over the sky
Until my eyes feeling fog
A gay glisten mood, dancing -
Drops of dews are pinging in the silence
When blanket hots my body and anger
and sleep covets my eyes feather
A black and white dream stirs at next to
Kite, kite -
When my kite flying over the sky
Until my eyes feeling fog
A gay glisten mood, dancing -
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
very sweet and warm song making everybody in winter need to be home Oh I want to be home/ thanks brother to share
this winter plays over mostly the subcontinent specially Bangladesh and India. picture is very clear. the way you described is so beautiful. Roser Pithat, an interesting recipe which is described. you touched the best element and moment of winter with great imagery. keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silent breeze of cold winter Breaks the silence of thought During night and day With a humming sound of kite-.